Heated Hayfever
soft grass whirls in the heated wind
cloud tufts sluggishly move about
the blue is revealed
the suns light is no longer sealed
by the great gray clouds that do cover
as if wrapping the glowing orb in a quilt so thick
it begins to smother,
birds flap their wings in the almost non-existent breeze
helping the wind stir up dust motes,
causing me to sneeze,
"AH-CHOO!", the sound comes out as i let out a sound
so loud
its when i wish, so badly, it would rain
so i wouldn't have to sneeze like that again.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
